"How much do you want?!" Seo Fei wished she could splash the wine in her glass on his aging face, but her face still wore a smile.
"We Chinese have a saying about perfection, 10%, what do you think?!" Xie Tianle asked with a smile.
"Deal!" Seo Fei extended her glass, clinking it with his.
This money from the Seo Family was originally hers.
If she can’t have freedom, no amount of money is meaningful to her, and she doesn’t care about these now.
After taking a sip of liquor, Xie Tianle finally spoke, "Miss Seo, you’re straightforward. I won’t take advantage of you for nothing, so let me give you some advice. Qin Lan has 6%, Leng Zirui has 4%, you’re aware of their relationship with Leng Zimo. This 10% stake is practically in Luo Xiaoqian’s pocket. She probably doesn’t have much cash right now. EM can raise at most tens of millions. I estimate she can only secure about 12% at the most. Your existing shares plus my 15% will definitely surpass hers."
"Then, I’ll be counting on your support." Seo Fei smiled.
"Not a problem, not a problem." Xie Tianle laughed loudly, "These old bones of mine don’t have much flesh, but I do have some face."
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At almost five o’clock, Leng Zirui arrived at EM.
When he reached the underground parking lot, he happened to meet John and another bodyguard who had just returned with Luo Jun.
The little guy noticed Leng Zirui and immediately ran over, "Uncle Zirui."
"Mo Mo!" Leng Zirui locked the car, bent down to pick him up from the ground, and spun him around in the air, "You little rascal, you seem to have grown again."
"I’m not a rascal." Luo Jun pouted, "I take a bath every day."

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